2. The Wabbit and the Devils of Assisi

The Wabbit turned and ran up the steps to meet Lapinette. But the sky darkened, the tower tipped right and ghostly creatures appeared in the sky and on rooftops. "I wasn't expecting this, Lapinette." Lapinette looked in all directions and shook her head. "Nor me." A Raven settled beside her. One that she knew. "Why the fancy get-up, Raven?" Raven shook all his feathers. His voice was a gurgling croak and he swooshed his wings. "I'm blending in." The devil with the numbers took a dive at the Wabbit. Lapinette lashed at it. "Don't worry," said Raven, "They're not really real." The Wabbit remonstrated. "Well, that one gave me a nasty nip." "I mean they're not actually evil," added the Raven, "They are Precursors, who carry the signifiers." The Wabbit chortled. "You sound like Skratch." Raven's role was to forecast. "Evil dost cometh and it shall take the form of The Agents of Satanism." The Wabbit slapped a paw to his forehead. "We've met." The Raven continued. "They shall be legion and what they lack in intelligence, they make up for with baseness. They are an overwhelming presence." Lapinette whispered. " They shall not prevail. We will cast them out." The Wabbit ground all of his 28 teeth. "It's us who do the casting around here!" The Raven whooshed his wings and quoted Ephesians. "There shall be no coarse joking or obscenity or foolish talk." Lapinette giggled softly. "That rather lets you out, Wabbit!" 

1. The Wabbit and Tipsy visit Assisi

The Wabbit and Tipsy were strolling down the hill from the Basilica of San Francesco when they ran into a group of nuns. The nuns became extremely excited. "Oh look, there's the Wabbit with one of his young friends." One nun was over-excited. "She looks the worse for wear. That must be Tipsy." They continued down the hill, "That's a put-up job," said another nun, "I heard she's totally teetotal." Tipsy overheard. "I am not! I'm looking for a bar." The nuns flocked together. "Were going there ourselves. Join us." Tipsy swayed in agreement. The Wabbit merely grinned "Tell me, Commander," asked the Mother Superior, "What was the theology of your latest adventure?" The Wabbit smiled once more. "You'll need to ask Skratch. He's in charge of analytical theology!" They hopped for a while. Tipsy felt mischievous. "If I started to run down the hill, how many tourists would follow?" She began to pick up pace. So did other tourists. Very soon, all the tourists followed her. In the quiet space that remained, the Wabbit turned to the Mother Superior. "What shall we do for our next adventure?" The Mother Superior nodded. "Ask your Department. It's supposed to know everything." The Wabbit murmured. "Isn't that your department?" The Mother Superior smiled in a superior way. "When you truly know God, you'll have the energy and boldness for another Adventure."

The late, late Hallow'een Show

The team gathered, somewhat tentatively, at the location the Wabbit had chosen. "This looks like the end of the world, Wabbit," said Lapinette. She jumped on a rock to look around. "Where better?" responded the Wabbit, He concentrated on lighting a fire. The fire steadfastly refused to light. "It's too late now," meaowed Skratch, "The Bunnyman will never find his way here." The Wabbit sniggered. "He will. I sent him a telegram with directions." Lapinette pirouetted. "I don't think you can send them anymore." Wabsworth knew everything, "You can," he said. "The International Telegram Company." The Wabbit grinned. "Yes and I got a reply." Everyone waited. "It says, 'Coming axe chop stop'." He kicked the fire. "He should be here by now." The fire flamed and thunder crackled. A voice spoke, deep and loud. "I am the Bunnyman. Don't kick my flaming fire!" The Wabbit looked upset. "You're not your usual self, Bunnyman. Where's your axe?" He could see brief glimpses of the Bunnyman in the flames. "I'm giving up on them," said the Bunnyman with a sigh. "There are only two things surer," shrugged the Wabbit, "Death and axes." The Bunnyman scowled. "You think your very funny, Wabbit." "Only on the night shift," quipped the Wabbit. "I'll be back and I'll have my axe to chop stop you!" yelled the Bunnyman. With a blood curdling howl, he vanished.